Poems and Proverbs of the Crazy

And Another Dream

I have quite a few fears, such as dying from a disease or very freaky insects. But one of my greatest fears is losing those I love forever, and I can't get it out of my mind. Dreams come to me in my sleep in which my friends are killed and tormented, where everything I do is not enough. I miss by frustratingly close distances, or fail a step before the goal. A new disaster every time, I begin to fear my dreams. I awake in the dead of night, tangled in my covers with tears in my eyes, sometimes forgetting it was a dream. And even though I know that these dreams are just dreams, a little voice in my head says, "What about your theory?" Another thought fills me with dread, one I wish we're not true, but it seems to happen none the less. Some dreams I have soon come true, but when I have them, I forget, and am left with an eerie since of déjà vu. I consider myself lucky that my terrible dreams are not a glimpse of the future, but I remember I forget, and there is a new sense of dread. If these dreams did come true, I would feel as though I had the power to stop it, and be filled with regret forevermore.